The Reality Zone

Below is the poem entitled The Reality Zone which was written by poet
Timothy
Hicks. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.

The Reality Zone

His parents didn't condone the viewing of
The Twilight Zone. A bunch of silly nonsense,
his dad would claim. What was Rod Serling's aim,
writing and directing such fantasy induced flimflam?
Much to my good friend Sam's bemusement, after he
burned the tapes just days short of being too late for
relevance. Right there on front pages news was an
article about the red, white and blue's devotion to
maintaining world peace.
(It’s the thought that counts at the very least!)
"War on terrorism strikes yet again we are
sending thousands more men. Please, let us pray
they get shipped back breathing, but if not let's not
waste precious time grieving. We still must teach those
Arabs to be civil and decent. Come on down, my fellow
Americans, it's a family event!"
And thus I reminisce the speech from The Obsolete Man,
back when tyranny was a ghost story, to be told around a campfire,
late at night, "Don't fret my children. It's only a story—
everything will be alright!". Serling's famous quote was the following note.
(with a few polishing touch-ups),
"You are about to enter a world that has one iron rule;
logic is an enemy and truth is a menace. This was
Mr. Timothy Hicks, in his last 48 hours here on earth.
He is a citizen of the state but will soon be eliminated,
because he is built out of flesh, and because he has a mind.
Mr. Timothy Hicks, who will draw his last breaths, in
the Reality Zone."
NOTE: The speech at the end is from the episode, The Obsolete Man, of The Twilight Zone (I just replaced Romney Wordsworth with my own name). If you haven't already watched it, it's an awesome episode!... I'm a huge fan of The Twilight Zone, however...